Yvette Aston arranged Ethan Grant’s schedule for tomorrow, made the necessary calls to coordinate with the relevant departnts, and then left the office with the docunts in hand.
After handing over the docunts to each departnt, Yvette entered Eric Larson’s office. "President Larson."
Eric Larson was sitting back with his legs crossed, leisurely making a phone call, looking sleazy as he bragged to his mistress.
Saying sothing about transferring her to work by his side, with a monthly salary of tens of thousands.
Seeing Yvette enter, Eric Larson ended the call with a smile, thinking the matter was settled. "What did Mr. Grant say?"
"President Larson... I’m very sorry," Yvette said with a troubled expression. "Mr. Grant agreed to all other conditions, but as for... having a hotel staff mber beco the Vice President’s secretary, it’s just... not appropriate."
Yvette sighed. "And that Owen Jenkins, his political background check doesn’t et the standards..."
Feeling affronted, Eric Larson’s expression turned noticeably displeased. "I just wanted to transfer a couple of reliable people, and Mr. Grant doesn’t agree?"
Eric Larson understood that Ethan Grant was testing his boundaries.
When masters clash, every move is deadly.
Eric Larson believed Ethan Grant was testing him; after all, he agreed to the rger of two departnts, yet refused to agree to two personnel changes.
"Tell Mr. Grant that I recognize these two people’s capabilities. I’ve already spoken to them, and if Mr. Grant doesn’t agree, I’ve lost face," Eric Larson frowned, instructing Yvette to relay the ssage.
"President Larson..." Yvette hesitated, nodded, and left.
Back in the office, Yvette said nothing, looked at the ti, waited ten minutes, and then went out again.
...
In the office, Christopher Carter was discussing the project with Ethan Grant.
His eyes followed Yvette as she entered and left.
"What are you looking at?" Ethan tapped Christopher on the head with a docunt.
"No, Mr. Grant, can Yvette be relied upon? You see her coming in and going out repeatedly, I’m afraid she promised you sothing she can’t deliver and gets anxious herself. Should I go help her?" Christopher felt sympathetic, afraid Yvette might end up crying in anxiety alone.
"Are you that capable?" Ethan leaned back in his chair with a brooding expression. "Take care of the things I instructed you to handle tonight."
"Mr. Grant, these are minor characters, isn’t it easy to solve them?" Christopher said with a smug face.
"Alright, look forward to receiving Eric Larson’s resignation application." Ethan was very confident.
Christopher was dumbfounded; was Yvette going crazy, and Mr. Grant too?
Why such trust in Yvette?
Leaving the office feeling bewildered, Christopher was worried Yvette’s efforts might end up being in vain, disappointing Ethan.
...
Yvette returned ten minutes later, her face not looking good, as if she had been slightly startled.
She slipped back into the office, took a deep breath, and made an OK gesture to Ethan Grant.
Ethan frowned. "Co here."
Yvette’s palms were sweating from the tension as she quickly walked over. "Mr. Grant..."
"Did he bully you?" Ethan’s expression was very unpleasant, as dark as it was terrifying.
Yvette shook her head.
Eric Larson certainly didn’t dare bully her now, he just disgusted her.
"Then why are you so scared?" Ethan took Yvette’s hand, looking at the nail marks in her palm, he raised his hand and tapped her palm. "Will you rember this?"
"..." The air was montarily stagnant, Yvette was stunned, then her face flushed bright red.
Only kindergarten teachers tap the palms of naughty children...
A seemingly simple action, yet when Ethan did it, it felt... so tempting?
Yvette averted her gaze, her heart beating a bit fast.
This man had such strong sexual tension, she couldn’t look directly at him.
"I’m... not afraid." Yvette had her own determination and pride; she wasn’t scared, she was just, just disgusted by Eric Larson.
"Hmm, you’re not afraid," Ethan nodded.
"Ding."
Ethan’s computer chid.
He held Yvette’s wrist with one hand and opened the email with the other.
It was a WeChat ssage from Lilith Larson. "Mr. Grant! Eric Larson suddenly submitted a resignation application, obviously in a huff. What should we do? I’ve already rejected it twice, but he sent it again, insisting I forward it to you."
Ethan leaned back in his chair, his lips curving. "Impatient, aren’t we..."
Should he praise Eric Larson for his high efficiency?
He reached out and pulled Yvette into his arms, pointing at Eric Larson’s resignation application with lazy voice. "Yvette, are you my lucky star?"
Yvette’s body was extrely stiff, nervously leaning on Ethan’s chest, feeling like she was on pins and needles.
This posture... was too ambiguous.
She was practically straddling Ethan.
"In the adult world, every day is filled with intrigue and workplace drama, it’s so tiring..." Ethan wrapped an arm around Yvette, resting on her shoulder.
Yvette originally intended to stand up, but when Ethan said he was tired, she obediently let him lean.
"I... will help you."
Yvette’s voice was soft and gentle, so gentle that although there was no force, it made Ethan’s heart feel heavy.
No one had ever given him this kind of security.
From childhood to adulthood, he was always alone, carrying heavy burdens, moving forward.
Suddenly, soone appeared, willing to walk alongside him...
It felt addictive.
"For what purpose are you helping ? Contracts, collaboration, a superior-subordinate relationship? Or... as a spouse?" Ethan teased Yvette.
Yvette stared blankly at Ethan; in what role should she help him? "Co... collaboration?"
Ethan frowned, let out a humph, clearly displeased.
Yvette didn’t dare to make another sound.
She was genuinely happy because she was valuable to Ethan.
Gradually, she was finding her own value...
Ever since the real and fake heiress incident broke out, everyone denied her past achievents.
She was once the high and mighty, radiant Lumina, only to beco utterly pathetic, humiliated down to dust, trampled into the mud.
"Will Sumrs be at Caden Sumrs’ place tonight?" Ethan felt a bit reluctant.
"Yeah, yeah, my brother is off tomorrow." Yvette was a bit happy, just worried Sumrs might disturb Ethan.
After all, being Henry Jennings’ son, always staying at Ethan Grant’s house was inconvenient.
If Ethan and Henry were to fall out, the situation would beco even more awkward.
...
At the kindergarten’s entrance.
Caden Sumrs arrived early to pick up Sumrs, just reaching the kindergarten entrance when he saw the familiar black luxury car.
Michelle Lockwood...
"Boss, I’m already off work," Caden said helplessly.
"What, is replying to my ssages illegal?" Michelle took off her sunglasses, her voice serious as she questioned.
Caden cleared his throat. "No... I didn’t see it."
"Oh, I see, I thought replying to my ssages might land you in jail," Michelle retorted sarcastically.
"Boss... I’m off work," Caden reminded Michelle again that he was off work, it was his private ti.
"What a coincidence, I’m off work too," Michelle cheerfully said, switching to a shaless mode.
"Sumrs! Which one is Sumrs? I’m his father!"
As Michelle got out of the car, she saw soone causing a disturbance at the kindergarten entrance, a man shouting Sumrs’ na, claiming to be his father.
Clearly, he was here to cause trouble.
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